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I went downstairs and right to the bathroom. Reaching over the murky water left by my kids, I gathered Charissa's shower supplies. I'd seen them when cleaning the bathroom many times, and of course I had imagined her using each one. Shampoo and conditioner, body wash and face wash, shaving gel and razor. With everything all bundled in my arms, I went back upstairs.

By now, it had been about five minutes since Charissa's shower had started. I put some of the bulky bottles on the carpeted floor and knocked confidently on the bathroom door.

"Uhmmm, yeah?" called Charissa's voice from within.

"So, when I went back downstairs," I said, rehearsing my lines, "I realized that you left your shower stuff down there." I paused for a moment. "Do you want your things?"

Charissa laughed. "Actually, I was literally standing here wondering what I was going to do about that."

"I brought everything up for you if you want."

"Oh, thanks!" she called. Nothing further. The water continued to run.

"If it's OK," I ventured boldly, "I can just reach in and hand you everything."

"Um..." she said.

"Up to you, of course," I said. "Though I promise to keep my eyes to myself."

"Well, OK sure, sure, why not, thanks, that'll be good, yeah, thanks!" she stammered.

"OK!" I called. "Coming in!"

I opened the bathroom door all the way and stepped inside. The glass door to my walk-in shower was steamed up, but the hazy image of her naked body was only inches away. To keep the bathroom warm, I closed the door behind me. Simply being in that space with a nude and showering Charissa was enough to make me faint, though I knew I had to remain confident and in control for this to all work out.

"OK," I said. "You can crack open the door and I'll hand you your things."

"OK..." she said slowly.

"Don't worry, I'm just looking at the floor," I lied. The shower door inched open, facing away from me so I actually couldn't really see anything. "Here's the shampoo," I said, placing the bottle in her outstretched hand. "And the conditioner," I said as the process repeated. "You've got a lot of supplies!" I joked as I continued to pass her her items; she didn't reply. The razor was last. "Here's your razor," I said. "Be careful." I handed her the razor and continued, "Don't cut your legs. Or anything else you might be shaving!"

"Seth!" she cried, sounding surprised.

"Hey, I don't know what the trends are these days," I said. "I'm just saying, I know sometimes women shave more than their legs." Clearly she caught my drift.

"Well, that wouldn't be modest," she said meekly, obviously aware that standing naked with nothing but a foggy piece of glass between you and your employer wasn't precisely the height of propriety.

"Sure thing!" I said. "Whatever makes you happy." I was trying to keep this light and fun. Normal. "Anything else you need?"

"No, Seth, I think I can take it from here," she said, mocking me with her serious tone.

I decided to push my luck just a little further. "OK, though you just let me know if you need some help with the hard-to-reach places!"

"Seth!" she cried. I couldn't see her, but I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Kidding, kidding!" I said. "Enjoy your shower. Take as long as you need." I opened the bathroom door and paused. "By the way, the shower head detaches, and it's got a massager setting if you want." No reply. "Enjoy!"

I left the bathroom.

Holy shit, I thought. Did I just do that? Charissa had been extra flirty and showy the past couple days, but now that I was out of her presence, I worried that I may have taken things too far. Sure, she invited me in, but she didn't exactly ask me to recommend shaving her pussy or masturbating in my bathroom! Still, what's done is done, and if things are ever going to go anywhere, someone had to take a step.

It was only a matter of time before I learned whether I'd crossed a line.